Title: Be Her Guest
Notes: An early birthday gift for Frayed One, inspired by the latest chapter of her epic Sleepwalker. I do love needling possessive men.
Hawke:
Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to adventure; let us pull up a chair as the Hanged Man proudly presents: your liquor!
Seen her breasts! Seen her breasts!
Put possession to the test!
Tie your leash around your dog, Cherie
And I'll recall your breasts!
Just the once
So long ago
But burned into memory
Nathaniel:
Watch it, Morgan.
Hawke:
Don't believe me? Ask her yourself!
They can swing, they can dance,
Even if it was just a chance
And to behold her is never second best
Go on, unwrap your woman
Take a glance and then you'll…
See her breasts!
Oui, her breasts!
See her breasts!
Let them out,
Let them ballet!
Those girls can dance the night away!
She'll undress and flounce with flair
Quite a burlesque cabaret
You're jealous
And possessive
But the sight's already seen
No one's gloomy or complaining
When her chest's so entertaining!
It's a joke! They do tricks!
Lit by fallow candlesticks!
And it's all in perfect taste
That you can bet
Come on and kiss her ass
I've had my own free pass
If you're stressed
It's the girls we do suggest
Seen her breasts! Seen her breasts! Seen her breasts!
Get your worries off her chest
Let me say for your entrée
She's an array, may I suggest
Touch a breast, dodge her hook
When she kills you with a look
It's a treat for any seeker
After a Hero's nipple tweaker
Swinging low, bouncing high,
Enough show for any guy!
How could anyone be gloomy and depressed?
She'll make you shout encore
And get in line for more
So see her breasts!
See her breasts!
See her breasts!